out of the system

She listens that Ukrainian rock band on stage,

but, behind her closed eyes,

a flamingo dancer, in red dress,

spins and beats the ground.

She has meeting with management,

but, outside offices windows, the sky is so blue!

a bird spreads its wings

and leaves the roof.

She crosses the fresh green yard

with laptop in her hand,

but she is chewing two mint gums

and tongue makes balloones,

while rap of Tupac invades her ears.

She sees you riding the bycicle,

cuting the cold air of an ordinary morning,

with your look of a mad warrior

at the end of the battlefield.

She smokes and drinks her coffee,

checking in mind the working day’s

to do list.

a smile rises in a corner of her lips,

‘cause she knows only to ride horses,

not bycicles.

She goes by the forest right before sunrise.

trees open the path and she feels with her legs

the warmth of black animal.

She opens the computer and logs

into the system

using an user

and a password.